She looked around the living room again, the same mesmerized look on her face as the last time she was here.
I set her bag on the rug and grabbed the bottle I’d been pouring from. “Would you like one?”
“Sure.”
I filled her glass before I sat on the couch. I turned off the TV and closed the book I’d been reading. Once that was done, I gave her all of my attention, focusing my hard gaze on her, burning her with the intensity of my stare.
She stopped in front of the couch and pulled her jacket off before she tossed it on the ground. Then she removed her shirt and her jeans, stripping down to a sexy ensemble. Her lingerie was a matching set, lacy black panties and a see-through bra. She straddled my hips and sank down into my lap, her shoulders back and her tits in my face. Her hands moved up my bare chest until she gripped my broad shoulders. With her green eyes locked on mine and her hair framing her face, she said the sexiest thing. “I missed you…” She dragged her hands down my chest, her fingertips following the grooves in my abs.
I’d had a lot of women in my lap just like this, but none of them was as beautiful as she. My hands glided up her thighs until I reached her hips. I gave her a gentle squeeze, feeling the delicate lace of her panties. Everything about her was perfect, from the olive color of her skin, to the small muscles of her arms and stomach, to her large bust. “I missed you too, Beautiful.” I held her gaze as I said the words, meaning every single syllable. There was nothing sexier than watching this woman want me, than watching her wear her heart on her sleeve. I didn’t think it was possible.
I hoped this meant she’d changed her mind about her conversation with Vanessa.
Because I certainly hadn’t changed mine.
She sank deeper into me, pressing her tits against my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
My hands glided over her perky ass, my fingers feeling the lace of her panties. “This is the first time in my life I’ve bedded just one woman. I’ve been with lovely people, but none of them has had your special charm. Every time I have you, I want more of you. Instead of speeding up and finishing, I want to please you the way you please me.” I pressed the backs of my fingers against her cheek and gently caressed her soft skin, dragging my fingers down her neck. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.” I wrapped my fingers around her neck next, feeling her slow and steady pulse under my grip.
She leaned in closer to me and pressed her lips against mine, giving me a soft kiss as her fingers explored my short hair. She breathed into me gently, her lips quivering slightly with desire.
I kept my hand around her neck, loving the way I had complete power over this woman. Her hatred couldn’t defeat her desire. Her pussy still dripped for me, her thighs still opened for me. She would never try to leave, not when she settled into my body so easily.
I rested my head back and looked up at her, treasuring the sight of this beautiful woman on top of me. I’d had more women than I could count, meeting them at the casino, the strip clubs, or just on the street. The ones who knew me wanted me for my money and my power. It made them wet instantly. Carmen was different because she wasn’t impressed by expensive things. She actually disliked me, but she wanted me so much, she couldn’t stay away. That was how I knew this was real—and I didn’t want it to end.
“Never?” she whispered, referring to what I’d said a moment ago.
“Never.” I tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing more of her beautiful face. “You’re the only woman I’ve screwed without a condom.”
Her eyes flashed like that meant something to her. “I’m sure the other girls would have skipped the rubber if you’d asked…because they would have done anything for you.”
I didn’t want a woman who would do anything for me. I wanted a woman who didn’t need me. I wanted Carmen. “Not interested in that. I’m don’t like women who give up everything for one guy.”
“Interesting,” she whispered. “Because it seems like you want me to give up everything—like my freedom.”
“Yes. But you fight me every step of the way. I admire that.”
“You admire me for fighting you?” she asked. “You don’t want a submissive woman who does whatever she’s told? It seems like you would—because that’s what you’re always asking me to do.”
“I guess not.” I’d never given it much thought. Pussy was pussy. I’d sunk into different ones on a nightly basis. They were all wet, all tight, and all beautiful. But when I set eyes on Carmen’s beautiful pussy lips, I didn’t want to sample anything else. “I guess I want you. I want your attitude. Your spite. Your sass. I never thought I would want a woman like that. But then again, I’ve never met one—until now.” My hand slid up her back until I found the clasp keeping her sexy bra in place. My fingers unfastened it, letting it come loose around her perfect nipples. I pulled the straps down, removing the material so I could see all the angles of her round, plump tits. Both of my hands palmed them, my fingers swiping over her nipples. “I’ve fucked virgin pussy, but nothing like yours.”